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Thursday, August 15, 2013

my verdict on Canada

We went to the lake and beheld it.  It's truly beautiful.  But it was raining.  We slept in BOB and talked for a long time.  I ate some onion crackers and sweet potato tortilla chips. 

Now we're at the library again.

My opinions on Vancouver: the people are more polite than any I have encountered elsewhere--thanking the bus driver, asking us if we were lost when we pulled out a map, helping us figure out the bus schedule.

Vancouver's mostly white and Asian-Canadian people.  I like the two dollar coins.  I like the accents.

At Stanley Park yesterday we hung out by the totem poles, and I was trying to figure out how I felt about them.  I like them, but they're not for me.  I feel like I'm not the intended audience. 

That's kind of how I feel about Canada too, or what little we've seen.  I appreciate United Statesians more than ever.  But I feel restless about it too.


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